Cobrus

It is said that Cobrus, once revered as a beacon of conjuration and grace, has become a force shrouded in darkness and dread. Born to the divine couple, Minerva and Tempestas, Cobrus once stood among the favoured of the gods, their power of conjuration celebrated across realms. In those early days, they were a symbol of the boundless potential of creation, able to weave life from nothingness with the flick of a hand.

But, it is whispered among those who dare to speak his name that Cobrus grew restless within the confines of his celestial domain. Consumed by a hunger for more—more worship, more influence, more power—he turned his creative talents toward destruction. In his madness, he began to conjure nightmares, creatures born not of beauty but of terror, and unleashed them upon unsuspecting worlds.

His siblings sought to guide him back from the precipice, but their pleas were met with defiance. Some say Cobrus, in his fury, became convinced that the other gods plotted against him, that they feared his potential, that they sought to diminish his greatness. In a tragic moment of wrath, Cobrus struck against his own blood, turning his power and bringing about a cosmic calamity that tore the very sky asunder.

For this act, the other gods cast him out, his once luminous form cursed into that of a great, fractured serpent, scales glinting with ominous shades of green, black, and crimson. It is said that his punishment is unending: cursed to see visions without rest, his mind twisted by endless prophecy and the agony of insomnia. In this tormented state, he turned ever darker, embracing the shadows that had grown within him.

Cobrus now moves through the realms like a whisper of terror, in the shadows of power, in the hearts of those who crave dominion at any cost. It is said that to look upon his form is to be drawn into madness, his every movement a dance of serpentine grace and predatory intent.

It is said that conjures from the void, summoning beasts and horrors that defy the natural order, his creations reflecting the malevolence in his heart. Threats that could raze the world. Cobrus is revered by those who seek the forbidden, who wish to wield the dark arts of conjuration, who dream of bringing their enemies to ruin by invoking his dread name.

But be warned, for the followers of Cobrus do not walk in light. They tread a path of shadows, forever bound to the serpent’s chaotic will, their souls pledged to a god who knows only hunger and ambition. For in the eyes of Cobrus, all things must bend or break before his power.

The legends speak of his ultimate goal—to challenge the heavens once more, to ascend and cast down the very stars themselves in a final act of defiance. And when that day comes, they say, the world will tremble and the skies will weep blood.